Novel & Cerita Nezuko Cry

Kirito heard footsteps and opened his eyes. Everything was dark and he saw a small snowflake fall down slowly. He brought his hand forward and held the snowflake. As soon as he touched it, he felt a soothing calmness. He didn't want to let go. Jericho stood behind him "In death," Kirito suddenly turned back and looked at him "There is peace. It takes effort to live." Kirito stared at him "What? Scared of temptation?" Jericho smirked.

*Cries* ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ X O X O J A N E D O E W R I T I N G S

I try to move, but my legs betray me, and I collapse to the floor. I fall to my knees where my chest tightens painfully, and my mouth quivers as I try to hold back the sobs, but I fail. A wretched sound escapes me—a cry so raw, so deep that it feels like it’s coming from my very soul. I bury my hands into the thick rug beneath me, gripping it as if it could somehow anchor me. But nothing stops the flood. The tears blind me, my vision blurs as the sobs wrack through me. I dig my face into my palms, trying to muffle the sound, but I cannot contain it. My entire body trembles uncontrollably. I cry until there’s nothing left inside me but the hollow ache of loss. This is the moment—this is where

I say trying to let go of Xavier’s hand but he holds on , instead he wakes up with me and nods his head to Andrew before following behind me to the make shift bed. Unknown’s Pov “Papa!!!” a distant voice echoes towards us , my heart jumping with unexplained emotions. “So that is how she sounds…” Neko turns to me , a look of confusion plastered on his face as he sees my tears profoundly falling down my face. He gets closer to my face and nudges me with his nose , and then licks a tear away. “It is almost time Neko…We should get ready…” I tell him through my tears. Midnight

Not at all showing traces of weakness, which caused Zenos to be amused. “No, I don't!” Zenos cut in straightforwardly while staring back at green eyes. Hayden quickly said eagerly. “I tell you, if you ever think of killing me, you won't go scot-free.” “Is that why you're crying?” Zenos taunted. Hayden froze due to Zenos's words. Who's crying? How can he cry? He… but the mocking expression on Zenos's face unconsciously got him believing.

Zenon is one of the strongest in this world and his powers are not to be trifled with. A little while later, Zenon jumped down the platform and walked toward his group. But Zenon stopped walking when he met our gaze and his eyes widened in shock as he looked at Leena and me. He stood there frozen as if he saw a ghost or something. I smiled at him and waved; he got back into his trance while rubbing his eyes as though he was hallucinating. Leena and I chuckled at his reaction. His expression lifted and quickly headed our way in a hurry.

“With cold. When they took Six. I froze the whole lab. They put me in the ice after that. Said I was _defective_.” “You’re not defective,” Kieran said. Still holding his hand out. “You’re _twelve_.” Nero looked at his hand. At the frozen warriors. At the door. “Brother?” he whispered. “_Seven_?” From Kieran’s comm, a sound. Rylan. Crying. But not scared. _Calling_. Nero’s head snapped up. He _heard_ it. And the ice _melted_. All of it. Gregor and the warriors hit the ground gasping. Alive.

She chuckled. “Yeah,” Lydia said. “Go on.” She waved her friend off, who giggled and raced back into the pack house. Lydia sat there for a minute when she suddenly felt something stir within her. Her vision became blurry, and she felt herself leaning back against the bench. She wondered if it was the wine affecting her, but she thought werewolves didn’t get drunk—this wasn’t her first time drinking. A sharp pain pierced her head, and slowly, she closed her eyes as darkness engulfed her.

There was no way of stopping my hand as it shot up, pressing hard over my mouth as I tired to stifle the scream that tore it's way up my throat and passed my lips. The girl, staring back at me in the mirror, looked broken beyond repair. Hair twisted in knots, as if it had been caught out in the wind all day. My once nice purple long sleeve shirt and jeans now torn and crumpled, like each piece of clothing had been raked against tree after tree, shredding the fibers. Still, the one thing that my left eye couldn't look away from, was the blistering frost bite that ran across the other side of my face, where my once cool artic blue eye sparkled, mesmerising those in it's sight. The putrid smell

The room was bathed in a sinister glow as the dark magic tore through the intruders, their cries of pain mingling with the howling wind. When the last of the Fortuna witches fell, Aqua stood amidst the wreckage, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The dark energy receded as quickly as it had come, leaving her trembling and exhausted. The sight of her parents' lifeless bodies brought her to her knees, and she sobbed uncontrollably, the pendant now a dull black stone against her chest. She barely noticed Aunt Cleo's arrival, the older woman's face etched with grief and determination. Cleo's arms wrapped around Aqua, pulling her close. "It's over, Aqua," she whispered, her voice choked with emot